[Pirates] Intelligence dealers don't sell cute

The sun rose, and the warm golden light shone through the gap, not dazzling, but I still only felt cold.After putting down the pen, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel that his eyelids were heavy, and his head hit the drawing board in his hand like lead.

"So sad……"

Remembering to agree on the time of delivery, I forced myself to touch my hot cheeks, feeling very helpless.

The other party said at the time that the information must be delivered in the morning, and the location was at the uncle's bar.It's daylight, and I don't have much time to waste.Putting things away indiscriminately, my head became heavier and heavier, and my consciousness began to blur badly.Gritting my teeth, I firmly clenched the dagger with my left hand, blood gushed out all at once, and the piercing pain finally woke me up a lot.

Shaking my head, I put my backpack on and stumbled out of the notch.

In Christi in the early morning, the temperature did not rise at all compared with the night.The streets are deserted except for the sweepers and the occasional patrolling navy.In order not to attract attention, I covered my left hand with an opaque plastic bag, but I didn't dare to let go of the knife in my hand for a moment. I was afraid that I would not be able to persist in walking to Donggang without the pain.

I politely declined the Navy who kindly wanted to help, and I had no choice but to leave as soon as possible under his worried eyes.

Are you kidding me... let the navy escort a bounty criminal with a port map to do illegal transactions?I think it would be more normal for him to send me directly to Sakaski...

The remnant sun in the sky was half hidden behind layers of waves, slowly rising.

The surrounding sky was gradually brightened, and it was splashed like blood.Even the place that is so far away that it is difficult to feel the sun's brilliance, including the sky and the ocean, is forcibly lit up from the darkness and bleakness.Waves came in waves, churning thick white foam.The sound of beating rocks and sand is like a wandering poet crooning a ballad that has not yet been written, low and gentle.

A thin mist filled the street, obscuring Christie, who had many forked roads.

Finally enough power was accumulated, the sun jumped out of the sea level in an instant, the dazzling golden color pierced through the air and tore through the mist.The cool stone walls on the street are covered with a layer of fine droplets, which also reflect brilliant brilliance.The sun at this moment may even illuminate the sad emotion of the mermaid who has turned into foam on the seashore.

Such a domineering morning sun dispels the stubborn reluctance to let go of the indifferent night.Insist on burning a dazzling flame for the world that has been icy all night.

Let you feel: a new day breaks through the coldness and lies, and will eventually be born.

I smiled suddenly, it seemed that such a grand scene had already taken away a lot of my illness.It really was a blessing in disguise, if it wasn't for such a task, how could I enjoy this scene?

Speeding up my pace, I let go of the knife in my hand and threw it into my bag, and pushed open the door of the tavern that had just been replaced with the "OPEN" sign.The store was empty except for one man sitting at the bar.Boring, drinking wine and eating cherry pie, it seemed that he was waiting for someone.

"Tinky?" I was a little surprised.

"Did you bring what I want? Kraun." I found another gemstone ring on his finger.

"It turned out to be you." I didn't say any more, and handed him the paper bag, but watched him casually stuff the fruits of my hard work all night into the raging stove.

"Hey!" Unable to ignore the ashes in the hearth, I jumped up annoyed and yelled at him.

"This kind of thing is fine anyway." He grinned rudely. "It's not what I really want."

"Do you know that I've been freezing outside all night because of this!" I yelled at him, enduring a splitting headache.

"Are you so short of money?" He recovered his expressionless face.

"So what!" I was full of anger.

Hearing what I said, he just shook his head, rolled up a few rings in his hand, and stuffed them into the money bag for the reward.The cherry pie was finished, he wiped his mouth and hands, left the purse on the table, and turned away.

"Did you see the sunrise?" When they passed by, his tone was neither the usual depressing nor arrogant.

Looking back, his back was stained with a bit of loneliness that shouldn't have been there.

What exactly is this man pursuing all this time?What is he longing for?

"Ah, it's beautiful." I murmured, my eyes darkened and I fell to the ground.

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As far as the eye can see, there is a raging sea of ​​fire, so hot.

Probably back in Serbia back then?

He wanted to escape, but like falling into a nightmare, the nerve responsible for conduction was disconnected somewhere, and his body couldn't move no matter what.The tongue of fire is getting closer and closer, licking my stiff body.But to my surprise, what I felt was not hot but cold.

——It was as cold as falling into an ice cellar.

"No problem." Betty put away the thermometer like an adult, "The temperature has dropped."

"That's good..." Kira poured a glass of plain water, will she be thirsty when she wakes up?

She went out alive and kicking last night, and she disappeared all night, and passed out very weakly in the uncle's hotel this morning.Fortunately, the uncle knew the number and called to ask them to pick her up.After deliberately giving them some antipyretics and so on, the uncle finally babbled uncomfortably, and his words were full of reproaches.

He didn't quibble about anything, it was his fault in the first place, and a big man wanted her to support him.Kira thought it was time to take on some tasks.As soon as the subject changed, the uncle smiled and said that she was fine, she went back to take some medicine, the fever subsided, and she would be fine after taking a good rest.He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Betty took the medicine, and he was responsible for carrying Kraun home.She knew she was going to stay outside overnight, but she wore thin clothes.The scalding temperature was transmitted to his back, which made him sweat a lot.This is the first time I know that people who are sick are so worrying.I used to have occasional ailments, but I just gritted my teeth and endured it alone.Stubborn always refused to say a word of dependence.

"Will this disturb her rest?" Kira was fidgeting for the first time taking care of a patient, "Or let's go out and let her have a good sleep."

"How can I do that!" Betty took off the towel on Crohn's head, washed it again, folded it up and put it back, and sat back on her small bench.

"Didn't uncle say that? She needs a good rest now." He looked worriedly at the abnormally blushing Klauen.

"Hey, brother, no one took care of you when you were sick, right?" Betty asked him suddenly, caught off guard.

"Ah, uh... yes, but what's the matter?" He didn't understand the meaning of her question.

"Hey, brother, do you know?" She lowered her eyes, "My mother said before that people are the most vulnerable when they are sick."

"When you have a fever, you feel worse."

"Although her body is hot, her feeling is extremely cold."

"The scariest thing is that it is like a nightmare and cannot be escaped."

"So, at this time, we should hold her hand tightly and let her know that there is someone guarding her." Betty grabbed her hand with both hands, smiled mischievously, and handed her the other hand Coming over, Kira also clenched that helpless hand thoughtfully.

Probably an illusion, he felt that her expression seemed to have softened, and her frown was slightly relaxed.

When turning over, she suddenly hugged their forearms tightly and murmured:

"Shanks... stay..."

The two were a little embarrassed, and watched her body return to normal temperature.

"I'll make some ginger soup for her." Kira stood up and went to the kitchen.Betty tucked in the quilt and stared at Crohn with her chin resting.

I don't know when, the raindrops fell on the cheeks, and when they rolled down, they took away the coldness, extinguished the surrounding flames, and melted the seemingly hot tongues of fire.The body can also move, and when I waved my hands, my hands were held tightly, as if to comfort me: just go on like this, don't be afraid.

Gently soothe the wounds caused by the gunfire like that person.

Time indifferent memory and resentment, but can not erase that person's face.

"Shanks..."

"Shanks!"

"stay!"-

With a sudden shock, I opened my eyes and saw Betty's smile.

"Sister, you're finally awake~ We've been waiting for you for a long time meow~" She didn't tell her: she kept calling the same familiar name all the time.

"Sorry to trouble you." I smiled apologetically and sat up with my arms propped up. Seeing this, Betty helped me put two cushions.

"Sister, why do you say that, meow!" She pouted, "Betty ignored you!"

"Ah, Betty, you can't abandon me~" I patted her head, pretending to be scared, and she giggled.

"Here, let's drink." Kira sat down in front of the bed holding a steaming pot with no expression on her face.

"Ginger, ginger soup?" I pointed to the red thing, not sure.

"Is my cooking so bad?" He was speechless.

"Because of you, Mr. Waterweed..." I adjusted a bright smile, "Culinary skills have never appeared on you."

"... Long-winded!" He gave me a white look.

He threw the bowl on the bedside table, hugged his shoulders and turned away from me.After thinking for a long time, I finally chose to give in:

"Yes, yes, all of this is my fault, so please don't make a bad face, Mr. Mizucao."

He ignored me, but proudly gave me ginger soup.With my teeth bared, I put my hands behind my back and gave Betty a V.She also smiled strangely.

Seeing my unwillingness to drink, the water plants are helpless like coaxing a child:

"Don't worry, finish it in one breath, I put a lot of sugar, it's very sweet."

"Yeah!" I nodded happily, took a deep breath, and took a big gulp...

[On the streets of Christie that night]

Holding a shiny kitchen knife in my hand, I held up my skirt and chased the water plants running wildly in front of me:

"Tell you to lie to me!"

The author has something to say: Keke, my generation has appeared...

In other words, it appears that the bond between Klauen and Shanks has passed...

The watch is too concerned...

Crane will always be a red-haired hedgehog... [Cover face]

Ouch, what are we talking about.

Ah, there's one more thing coming,

The description of Crohn's illness comes from my own experience.

During the first winter vacation, my Mama fell ill that day and felt very uncomfortable.

When we were with her, my grandma asked me not to disturb her and let her rest well.

Just as I was about to leave, Ma Ma hugged my hand,

I was very surprised and asked her: Want me to accompany you?

She nodded vigorously and said: Yes.

I always remember...

Sick people are really fragile, what they really want is someone to hold his/her hand tightly!